After draining his mug following the toast, Harressh gestures at the empty stool. "Sure, join us. I am Harressh, and I suppose you could say I'm a wanderer. This is Vistrathis. What brings you to Sharn?"
"Q'barra? Argonnessen? I have heard of their name in passing, but I know little of them." Looking over the dragonborn's equipment the half-orc remarks, "You do not wield blade like I do, do you?"
Vistrathis takes an appraising look at both the Dragonborn and the Half-Orc, trying to ascertain exactly what they do.
"...Yes, I wield a blade like yourself, but I believe our similarities end there. My art is a marriage of tactical swordplay and arcane spell, all channeled through this extension of my being,"he says, indicating the intricately designed sword that hung, sheathed, at his waist.
Kalidrev said:You, my good sir, however, do carry a rather large blade, but do not have the rigid mannerisms of one who was trained to fight by rote. This leads me to believe that you either were trained, but do not care for tactics or formation fighting, or perhaps you are more. Would you happen to be like some of the halfling on the Talenta Plain who allow spirits of nature to inhabit their bodies for a short period of time? Some would call them "barbarians", but I believe this is simply a vulgar term from those who have no understanding and plenty of fear, for that which they cannot explain. If that be the case, I would be honored to travel down the road of life with a companion such as you.
Vistrathis turns back to the half-orc with a look that showed he was very impressed.
"Haha! My friend, now that is a feat that I could only but dream about. I could hardly lift one of your blades in two of my hands, let alone wield two at once. How do you keep from getting all tangled up in them? How do you keep from getting off balance?"
"You don't understand," he says dully. "Not all have the luxury of walking paths of their own choice..."
He turns to Varak. "My family. I honestly don't know how they fare. It has been some years since I left home. And at that time, those who remained... they were... ill."
Harressh stands and takes his staff in hand. "Excuse me," he says to the half-orc and gith.
"Greetings, I am here looking for some help and you look like a fine collection of adventurers that could be useful" she purrs, "I am Miranda d'Cannith and I represent House Cannith, who are looking to contract a group of adventurer's to help us recover a lost piece of information. If you are interested, please come see me." the woman continues.
Recognizing the woman as dragonmarked, the half-orc unconsciously flexs his shoulder, his own dragonmark beneath his armor. "No more information than that?" he says slyly. "My wife wouldn't like to know I went off with a beautiful strange woman on only a promise of adventure."